Dr. Jekyll and Dr. Hyde: The Hater Caper Continues

So the “Hater” issue I last posted about has unfolded further into the craziest shit I’ve ever experienced.

Brief Recap:
Two weeks ago, I blogged about a bad Dr. experience and misdiagnosis, and the very hot doctor who gave me the RIGHT diagnosis and made me feel all tingly. I posted, went about the business of getting healthy, and called it a day.

Then, the weirdness started: first was a series of anonymous comments following The Herp blog post saying that I was a liar, a vindictive mental patient who had never seen the doctor who misdiagnosed me, and that I had “herpes of the brain.” It also claimed that the doctor who gave me the correct diagnosis was “not board certified.”

Next came another series of anonymous posts revealing my FULL, real name in the comments section of this blog. I took the comments with my name in them down immediately and called it a day again, assuming it was some disgruntled ex. I was a little concerned about who had this info, WHY they were posting it and why they were so angry, because I’ve never had any major enemies (at least not ones who lashed out like 5th grade girls a la email harassment and anonymous threats). Add in weird phone calls my parents were getting at their residence asking for information about me (which of course they didn't give out) shake, serve over ice with side of crazy.

Then, today:

My PARENTS (who I do not live with) received a phone call FROM THE ORIGINAL DOCTOR himself saying that if I did not take down the blog post involving him, HE WOULD SUE US, and that my parents should pass along that warning to me. He claimed he had learned about my blog post via “a patient of his.”

Since this blog is written under a pseudonym, one I did not use at the doctor’s office when I signed in because DUH, people don’t use pseudonyms when they’re NOT writing, that means:

He or someone in his staff went through their medical records, looked up the last chick diagnosed with “nose herpes” (and I can’t imagine there were many, considering how rare “nose herpes” is), found my real name, posted it on this blog, and is now using my personal records to call my family and threaten them.

WHAT???!?!

So my options are to:

A: Take down the blog post about him. Pretend nothing ever happened. Let a doctor who took a Hippocratic oath not to divulge confidential patient information harass and threaten me and my family via our phone and my blog.

Or

B: Point out that by going into a patient’s private files, posting their full legal name on their blog using confidential medical files as a source, and THEN using said files to call a person’s family and threaten them is not only criminal harassment, but childish and bordering on insane. And also maybe mention that there is medical documentation that he gave the wrong diagnosis, so saying “Hey, sorry, but you were wrong, I didn’t have nose herpes,” isn’t a lie or slander….it’s just the truth.

PS: A grown man, a doctor with an established practice, wants to sue and threaten a twentysomething girl who makes about $12 an hour and ate rice two out of three meals today because she can’t afford groceries? I can’t even wrap my head around that.

So, clearly, I’m choosing B.

(PS: If I’m suddenly killed or kidnapped, this blog suddenly goes silent, or you see any other signs that I've been violently removed from the world of blogging, I request that one of you readers please let the NYPD that there’s someone out there with a motive, and then refer them to this blog as documentation of my last days.)

I can totally understand being pissed someone underminded your authority….though, had he done a better job initially there never would have been a Herp blog post to begin with. And, had the scary-cyber-stalker-harrassment not started, anyone who DOES read this blog would have forgotten about him a long time ago while I went on detailing some epic wingmanning (happened recently, and it was awesome) and general Hitch Listing. Instead, they're reading this. But I digress…

Craziest thing ever.

It’s moments like these I wish I’d never moved out on my own and had stayed in my nice, safe, insulated little bubble in suburbia where shit like this doesn’t happen.